Madlib]

This nigga take it back like blacksploitation flicks

And afros where niggas trying to catch this shit

I was "uhh" three years ago

If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche

If you didn't know y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)

We're rushing through with raw delight

We're dropping that shit while y'all niggas bite

Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)

Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)

We come though spreading light

While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype

We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase

Niggas try to stop the force, (you know we on course)

Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)



[Wild Child]

Hey man, I've got a question for you,

Can you feel me? Speaking on you wack MC's

Ya saying "Not really", that's cuz I cut ya hands off

Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate

You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at Lamda Lamda

Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems

I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like Sly Stallone

Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth

Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute

Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists

Direct 'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce

You might have more dollars than you have common sense

The LP's stand ground like Hercules

Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black

People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track

I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing

Music be the only way to express how I'm feeling

Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy

You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty



[Madlib]

But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack MC's

Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)

But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta G's

Y'all up on some other shit,

(Talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)

Yo, we waiting for the Mothership,

But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have split

(Yo, it's a damn shame)

You know I'm kicking true to the game

You know I am to keep it real

Like my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills

I'm your replacement (replacement)

Madlib up in the basement (Madlib up in the basement)



[Wild Child]

Now on that subject,(What you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack

MC's

We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real

Not like them fake gangsta G's

I rock the mic and strike while dictating light

I'm peaking, you keep weakening like Kryptonite

Yo, what I'm tired of, absence of the High Above

Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up

So I'm bringing back something that was never lost

Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious

The 8-0-5 niggas got soul like Kato

When you swing I'll block blows, rock roll the cradle

So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian Tornado

Wild Child live from the 5 that be 8-0